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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of the Merchant of Venice
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Linton James Dromgole, 1840-1916, ill Hazen, Frank, binding designer Hodder and Stoughton, publisher
Subjects: Shylock (Fictitious character) Jews Moneylenders
Publisher: New York, London : Hodder & Stoughton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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now with better company. 7 THE MERCHANT (act i. Salar. I would have stayd till I had made youmerry,If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.I take it, your own business calls on youAnd you embrace the occasion to depart. Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh ?say, when ?You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? Salar. We 11 make our leisures to attend onyours. (Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lor. My Lord Bassanio, since you have foundAntonio,We two will leave you : but at dinner-time,I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Bass. I will not fail you. Gra. You look not well, Signior Antonio ;You have too much respect upon the world :They lose it that do buy it with much care:Believe me, you are marvellously changed. Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;A stage where every man must play a part.And mine a sad one. Gra. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,8
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Bassanio. sc. I.) OF VENICE And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes and creep into the jaundice By being peevish ? I tell thee what, Antonio— I love thee, and it is my love that speaks— There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, As who should say I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark! 0 my Antonio, I do know of theseThat therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing, when, I am very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those earsWhich, hearing them, would call their brothers fools. 1 11 tell thee more of this another time :But fish not, with this melancholy bait.For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile :I 11 end my exh

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